Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Ball Dress
THE BALL DRESS
They dressed my lady for the ball— In softest satins, fashioned so They left her arms and neck to showThat they were fair as snows that fall,With richest laces over all. About her form's exquisite mould Fell many a graceful shining fold, And admiration filled the hall. But where's the beauty of a dress To match this lady's loveliness?Her sweet address, her happy mien, That glossy hair, those eyes of brown, That sunny face that ne'er could frown,Would grace the raiment of a queen.